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Living in Georgia all your life you were destined for life as a farm hand making less than minimum wage. You had a single friend who worked in a tin can factory in Atlanta. She came back and visited town spreading the word they were hiring strong black women to work in the can factory making mortar munition. They’d retooled the factory to make munitions shells out of the same machines that once made cans of dried fruit! You took at chance and hitch hiked to Atlanta. It all paid off when you were hired and eventually became foreman. You were able to get jobs for three neighbors and three cousins. You took solace in the fact that what you were building was being used to kill Nazi's!